the daggers voice

Three weeks had passed since our last home game and, in the absence of football, I was becoming restless, though I did attend a West Ham u21 match on a Wednesday night to pass the time slightly.

Eventually those three weeks slowly reduced to two, then one, before there were only a few days until the clash with Wycombe Wanderers. A disappointing weekend loss to Cambridge aside, I was very excited ahead of the fixture and couldn't wait for Tuesday to arrive so I could return to my second home.

After a normal day at school, followed by Debate Mate, I was greeted by Mum by reception and quickly got changed before hopping the 364. Immediately we remarked on the blustery weather and both anticipated a freezing night in East London.

By the time we arrived it was still very early, so we debated what to eat. Both quite sick of burgers, the options were the chip shop me and Nan had previously explored or a Chinese branch across the street. Seeing the 'take away or eat in' sign adorning the window, we decided on the latter and ordered some rice, crackers and chicken balls.

We enjoyed a nice chat about various things then had a leisurely stroll down the roads leading to Victoria Road, still clutching my rice which I simultaneously divulged on. Infact, the food was actually incredibly nice and without doubt the best I have had for months. Though I cannot remember the name, I strongly recommend it.

Once inside the stadium, as the rain started to lightly patter, we took a seat in the darkness and resumed eating the rice. I bought a programme which I desperately tried to protect from the weather, before after a long wait the coach finally arrived.